Abeera Anwar
Some wounds never heal—no matter how much time passes. For me, that wound is my brother. It’s been twelve years since he destroyed my trust in the most unforgivable way possible, and I’ve never looked back. I built a life without him, set boundaries my family agreed to respect, and swore I’d never let his name cross my lips again. But recently, my parents broke that unspoken rule… and my reaction has the entire family calling me heartless.
A Betrayal That Ended Everything
A Life Without Him
The Conversation That Went South
The Bombshell I Didn’t See Coming
My Side of It
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I know people believe time softens grudges, but for me, time has only cemented my boundaries. My brother’s betrayal ended our relationship permanently, and I refuse to pretend otherwise just because life decided to deal him another blow. If he’s sick, that’s unfortunate—but it doesn’t erase the damage he caused or the years I spent rebuilding myself without him. My family thinks I should have shown compassion. I think compassion is wasted on someone who buried our relationship long before his illness. So now I’m left wondering—am I truly a cold, unfeeling monster… or just someone who refuses to reopen an old wound?
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